The Washington Police Department was in it’s usual slow pace that it always was during the evening hours. The occasional street walker or mugger would come through the front doors in cuffs escorted by one or two officers and the a phone call or two would filter into the station every now and than, but all in all things were not overly exciting.

The two officers at the front desk sat bored and underestimated, each trying to keep his attention dutifully on something constructive. One of the officers chomped on box of assorted donuts while surfing the internet. The other lounged back in a reclining seat and looked intently to his portable DVD player.

“Oh Tracy is gonna catch you now, you cheatin low life. I mean to sleep with Britney on your wedding night, what kind of a man are you.” says the cop with comical seriousness.

The other officer looks back at his colleague and with a mouth full of éclair he says “ What are you watching?”

“Uh, nuthin…”

The donut cop grabs the DVD case and reads the black marker etching “The Young And The Restless…are you kidding me?”

“Hey some of the material is very gripping for your information. I mean the drama, the intrigue…”

“It’s a freakin soap opera for cryin out loud ya big sap!” says the donut cop.

Suddenly the phone rings and both officers look in the direction of the phone. They both pause in between the rings. On the second chime they both lunge for the receiver, hoping for some excitement. The donut man reaches it first and fumbles with the soap opera cop for a moment.

“Aww c’mon lemme answer it!” says the soap opera cop.

“Not on your life…D.C. Metro P.D. how can I help you. “Yea I wanna report my cab stolen.” says the voice on the other end.

“Yes sir, can you tell me the nature of the theft?”

“Well it was the strangest thing, ya see this fella wearing a priest outfit holds a funny lookin knife to my neck and than yanks me out the cab. Than this Hispanic lookin guy and a heavy set black guy get in the cab with the priest fella. Left me just lyin on the sidewalk.” says the man.

“Ok sir we’ll need you to come down to the station to fill out a report…”

Suddenly the officer is interrupted by a hand that presses the dial button down, effectively cutting the call. The cop whirls around and sees Captain Li looking dead at him.

“Why don’t you two take a coffee break or something. I’ll watch the desk for a few, huh.” says Li in a low tone.

“But Captain I gotta a guy on the line who reported his cab stolen…”

“I’ll handle the call Sergeant, thank you. Go head, take a load off both of you, God knows you’ve been sitting at this desk for hours, I’ll watch the desk for awhile.” says Li.

“Ok Captain, whatever you say.” says the donut cop as he hands Li the phone.

Li looks back and watches the two officers grabs the donuts and the DVD player and walk off. He waits till they are out of sight, than glances over to a shadowy office at the other end of the hall. A man wearing a set of heavy head phones slowly nods his head at Li. The Captain nods back and brings up the call from the cabby.

“Sorry for the delay, your call will be forwarded to the correct department…”

--

The Blue Lounge night club was a dark and lustful playground, exploding with sexually rhythmic beats, colored strobe lights and swaying bodies. The unlikely trio of detective, reverend and vengeful priest stood as stark anomalies overlooking the large dance floor.

Morgan looked down from the elevated balcony and just shook his head “My God in heaven, what am I doing here.”

Chris smirks and looks at Freeman “Ok oh dark one, so what’s our next move?”

Freeman continues to peer at the scene below, seemingly ignoring Pena. He than looks to the DJ room, which also overlooks the expanse of the club. He narrows his eyes as he notices the man spinning the music.

“Stay here…” he says to Chris as he makes his way over to the DJ room.

“Great plan…” Chris says in annoyance.

Freeman enters a concealed door and disappears from sight. At the same moment a group of scantily clad young women pass Pena and Morgan. One of them looks seductively at the detective and smiles.

“Hey there good lookin, haven’t seen you around here before.” she says as she puts a hand on his shoulder.

Chris just grins and widens his eyes, all the while Morgan looking at the young women with a mix of disgust and angst.

‘Young lady pot holders are not meant to be used as articles of clothing, I mean no decent self respecting young woman would be romping around in that.” says Morgan.

The fatherly reverend than addresses the other girls in the group “Look at you, do you know how chilly it is outside, you’ll catch a death of cold wearing that…and you, that is way to much make-up you have on. I mean for goodness sake Bozo the clown doesn’t use that much. Now here take my jacket cover yourself up! I want all of you to march your little behinds out if this perverted shack of Satan and go and put some clothes on!”

The girls just look at Morgan and laugh and walk away. Chris stands amused and looms at Morgan.

“That’s telling em Rev.”

“Well God knows someone’s got to. I mean the hold the devil has on these young minds is unbelievable I tell you. It’s places like this that preach sex, drugs and God knows what else to the youth of America.” says Morgan.

“Yea Rev, try to keep the bigger picture in mind here. Ya know the Illuminati, demonic alien conspiracy, our lives being threatened by medieval assassins…little stuff like that.”

Morgan just shakes his head and breathes hard “Don’t remind me, this whole thing is to surreal, and adding to fact that we’ve got a priest who just happens to be a serial killer guiding the way.”

“Yup Tom Clancy eat your heart out.” Chris says with a cheesy smile.

Peering out onto the dance floor once more, Pena spots a young woman, with long black hair, holding a drink in her hands anxiously looking at her watch. Chris intakes a sharp breath as he realizes who she is…it’s Katrina.

He looks at Morgan in panic “Quick, what’s today?”

“Thursday, why?”

“Oh crap I forgot…I’ll be right back!” Chris says as he hurriedly makes his way down to the dance floor.

“What, where you goin?”

“Just stay there, I’ll only be a few minutes!” shouts Chris.

“Oh that’s just great, go head and leave me all by my lonesome! Ya know were probably breaking all ten commandments by just bein here! Oh Christ why do I even bother…”

--

The noisy sound of the black helicopter loomed in the sky above the streets of D.C. The two occupants of the aircraft monitored the various instruments with determined vigilance. The pilot looks over to his passenger, who is studying a set of documents intently.

“Are you sure we’re in the right area?” he shouts over the din of the rotor.

“We picked up the license plate and radio frequency of the stolen cab! It was last seen headed in this direction! We’ve gotta be getting close!” shouts the co-pilot.

The pilot looks out his door and spots a distinctly yellow vehicle parked near a curb on a side street. He descends the chopper slightly and hit’s the search beam, which spotlights the lone car.

“Look I think we’ve got something! That might be our target!”

“Can you make out the plates?” asks the co-pilot.

“Not from this altitude and I can’t descend any lower with arousing suspicion. Call the Colonel and give him the coordinates, it’s worth checking out!”

“Roger…”

--

The DJ room was of moderate size and resembled the projection room of a movie theater. The DJ sat at console of mixing tables, sound control tops and lighting dials. The man had long stringy hair, wore dark sunglasses and was unshaven. His appearance was reminiscent of a hippie in the mid sixties. He suddenly looks up, sensing he’s no longer alone in the room. He takes off his oversized head phones and whirls around to see the hooded specter of Freeman glaring from the shadows.

Recognizing who it is, the DJ turns back around to face his console “You ever knock Abbadonis?”

Freeman steps from the shadows and walks up to the man and stares down at him “How many times must I say it?”

“I know, I know…now it’s Father Freeman. I’m a little surprised to see that your still alive though.”

“Why is that, Demogorgonis?” asks Freeman.

Demogorgonis swivels in his chair to face Freeman, an arrogant smirk on his face “ Oh c’mon, you think I don’t know. Your little activities have been all over the news pal. The Illuminati has gotta be all over you, sending their little choir boy knights to hunt you down. Your just plain stupid if you ask me.”

“No one asked you, besides at least I decided to do something about it. Not just sit idly around and wait for the enslavement of the human race to a demon horde. As you seem to have done.” says Freeman.

“Look we’ve had this little discussion before and I believe I told you I wouldn’t help you anymore. If you want those psychopaths all over you that’s fine, but I’m not gonna be hunted down like an animal because of you!”

Demogorgonis turns his chair back towards his console and places his hand inside his coat, which conceals a fully automatic MP-5 assault mini rifle. His fingers fondle the handle.

“You take the fall old man, but your not gonna take me with you!”

Freeman lunges out and spins the man around, quickly landing a hard punch to his jaw and retrieving the man’s gun from it’s hiding place. He aims the weapon at Demogorgonis’s chest.

“You know the difference between you and me? I took a stand against them! Not like you who ran and hid like a coward. Holed up in some trashy night club, pretending that everything was ok. Shutting out what was really going on. The worst part about it is that like me you knew the future, you knew the ultimate plan! But you just chose to hide, keeping your cowering little mouth shut, no different than a mouse!” shouts Freeman.

“What is resisting going to do but get you killed! You know as well as I do that their going to win! This little crusade of yours is futile and you know it. Yea, I hide…but at least I can face reality for what it is! The human race is doomed and I don’t go around pretending I can change that. So I figure I might as well enjoy the time I have left! Before the Star Child is born…” says Demogorgonis.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” says Freeman.

Demogorgonis laughs “That’s rich, what you want anyway, what are you doing here?”

“This is my one chance to stop the impending hell on Earth. Or at the very least slow it down, and you going to help me.”

“Why should I?” asks Demogorgonis.

Freeman slams the but of the gun against Demogorgonis’s cheek, opening a deep gash. The DJ yelps in pain as Freeman grips him by his hair.

“Alright, alright…what do you want!”

“I want you to hack into the airline database. You’re the only one who knows the infiltration codes. I want you to book three passage tickets to Israel, I want the first flight out!” says Freeman.

“That’s gonna take time.” says Demogorgonis.

Freeman shoves the gun barrel to the back of the man’s head “Well than you had better get started, because my trigger finger is real impatient if you know what I mean!”